Matt shook his head. “It’s not my story to tell. I’m just asking you to greenlight the interview. Give him a shot. If, after you’ve heard him out, you still don’t want him in the GM, vote against him.”
“I don’t need to interview him to know that he’s not right for the GM.”
Matt sighed. He only had one card left to play. “Guess who stopped me for a chat last Friday morning outside the cafeteria?”
“Who?”
“Colton Langley. He threatened to come after my friends if I took that card to Adam. Paul is my friend. I can’t leave him vulnerable to Colton.”
William looked down at the crusty, linoleum floor. Grimaced. “We didn’t discuss what will happen if you lose this little game of yours,” he said. “If I win, you’ll break off all contact with Paul. You’ll also submit to whatever punishment the GM imposes for this grievous breach of the rules.”
“Fair enough,” Matt said. His dick came to life. “Okay, first question ofHandshake Rule-ette. Two guys, hypothetically you and I, are in this room, sitting on one of these benches, kissing. We’re clothed. Just kissing. Handshake? Yes, or no?”
“No,” William said.
Matt nodded in agreement. “Second question. Same situation as before, the only difference being that while kissing you, I touch you on the face or neck. A caress. Does that caress change this to a handshake?”
Williamshook his head.
“Two questions down. Two to go.” Matt felt his erection flagging, so he fondled his balls a bit, raking his fingernails through the pubes. That did the trick.
William’s lips parted slightly. His eyes tracked Matt’s fingers.
“Third question,” Matt said. “Same situation. Kissing and minor caressing, except after a few minutes, we go to different corners of the room, remove our clothes, and jack ourselves off.”
William needed no time to consider his answer. “I believe if it’s solo, Christians refer to it as the ‘Sin of Onan.’”
William fanned the air away from his nose, looked skeptically at the corners of the room. “Practically speaking, since I’m one of the guys in this hypothetical, I prefer my Onanism in settings where my eyes aren’t watering.”
Matt smiled. “Just to clarify, your answer then is that since a handshake involves two guys, anything solo is not a handshake?”
William nodded. “No offense to your lovely dick, but I wouldn’t sit in some lonely corner of this room tugging my Willy even for sight of Caleb’sKraken.”
“No offense taken.” Matt’s lips curled into a small half-smile. He admired the slender, regal lines of William’s neck. Its pale, almost translucent skin needed the attentions of a lover’s lips. Matt would mark his conquest this night with a hickey that William would not easily be able to hide, a visual reminder that it was Matt’s hands that had pinned him in place while Matt’s lips gave him a vampire’s kiss.
“Final question,” Matt began.
William held up a finger. “As fascinating as this little game is, dahling, I feel we’re veering into the same wasteland where theologians quibble about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. Could we speed this up a bit?”
“Sure. We can pause the game. Do you want to kiss?” Matt asked. “That’s safe, handshake-free territory, right?”
“It could be, if you weren’t naked.”
Matt grinned, played with his cock just for the hell of it. He was nailing this seduction and loving every moment. “Remember what you said when I greeted you earlier wearing this jock? Your objection was that Emily Post says we shouldn’t wear white clothes after Labor Day. Your words, not mine. Ten minutes ago, you considered a jockstrap to be clothing. It is clothing still.”
“But your dick isn’t even in the jockstrap!”
“If I were wearing a sock with a hole in it and one of my toes was poking out of the hole, no one would say I wasn’t wearing a sock.” Matt teased more pre-cum from his cockhead, licked it from his finger.
William eyed Matt’s cock. “That’s a rather large toe you’ve got poking out of that sock is all I’m sayin.’”
“I’m still in a kissing mood,” Matt declared. He pointed to the towel he had placed on the nearby bench. “Take off your clothes. Wrap that towel around your waist.”
William crossed his arms, shook his big head. His coal-black eyes narrowed. “No baiting and switching allowed. I played your little game and agreed that kissing-while-clothed is not a handshake. And, for the sake of argument, I’ll accept your hare-brained justification that your non-jockstrap jockstrap is clothing. But—if I do what you’re asking and wrap that towel around my naked tush, at least one of us—me—will be naked. And kissing-while-naked is a textbook handshake. Thank you for playing. I win. And that means I don’t have to let your crazy friend interview for membership in the GM.”
Matt smiled patiently, as if he were talking to a toddler. “Almost a billion people on this planet wear sarongs on a daily basis. Are you going to tell them that they aren’t clothed?”
William’s face went slack. His mouth hung open. A sarong, after all, is little more than a towel wrapped around one’s waist.
